I saw Margery on the seashore
where Margery sat and saw me.

Later in the day, when we'd walked ourselves into the early hours of evening, we sat together on a dune and watched the tide come in,

a bit late for a Ploughman's lunch, she remarked, so we had a fish and chip supper at a local hostelry which charged me an arm and a leg for it.

Lovely beside the seaside, but so expensive,
it doesn't surprise anyone that the seagulls
are all thieves.